Sunday, November 13th, 2011
Today marks three years since I brought Cupid home from the humane society. I’ve already posted the story about how I got him. What I didn’t tell you was the week of panic I experienced about bringing him home. I was not prepared for a dog. I had none of the things dog owners need: collar, leash, food and water bowls (plus the food itself!), toys, and so on. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, something most dog trainers/owners recommend against. I don’t recommend it either. A friend did come with me to buy what I needed, so I went home with the basics.
Voila! First-time dog owner. It was still one of the scariest things I’ve ever done.
More than once, I that friend and asked her to talk me down the ledge. Am I going to damage him if he sleeps in the downstairs bathroom away from me? How long will he whine when he’s down there? The questions were endless, and she patiently answered every one of them. I am beyond grateful.
Above all, I was aware that there was this living creature who depended on me for food, shelter, exercise, and love. About day four or so after bringing Cupid home, I started feeling less fearful about the whole thing. The biggest thing I had going for me was that although I knew I didn’t know much about dogs, I wanted to learn. I read books, visited dog forums, and enrolled in a dog training class.
Cupid and I have done a lot of things together since then. He no longer sleeps in the downstairs bathroom. I still visit dog forums and read up on things. I am happy to have this boy in my life.
Do you somehow celebrate the day you brought your dog home? Please share in the comments.